Saturday in Pink

Donna sat behind the wheel of her Audi, the engine humming softly beneath her, a perfectly polished nail tapping in rhythm against the steering wheel. Outside, Eliza's apartment building stood still in the golden wash of early Saturday sunlight. She adjusted her position slightly, feeling the stretch of the denim between her thighs—if it could even be called denim. The shorts were microscopic. She would never have dared to wear something like this before. Now, in retrospect, she couldn't believe she hadn't.

She checked the mirror again. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement. Maybe a touch too much blush, but Madison said it made her look youthful. Inviting. She reached up, touching one of her pigtails lightly, the soft pink bows bouncing with the motion. Donna loved it.

Gone were the days of Donna Granger, Real Estate Barracuda. No pencil skirt. No tailored blazer. No tight twist at the nape of her neck. Today wasn't about closings or contracts.

Today was about her man. Today was about Joey.

She swallowed hard and glanced at the front door again. Soon he'd be out. Probably tired. Satisfied. The thought of him and Eliza together overnight made her chest flutter. Donna wasn’t jealous—no, that wasn't allowed. That was one of the rules, wasn't it? You're all supposed to be on the same side! That’s what Joey had said. And, of course, he was right. Her son. Her man. He had a way of helping her understand things, a way with words. Another reason she was so proud of him.

The previous evening had been illuminating for Donna. How long had it been since she had spent that much time shopping? Passing the evening with the girls, her sisters, had made her feel young again, as if she was back in high school. Moving from store to store, rebuilding Indira's image outfit by outfit, encouraging the young woman to be more than she thought she could be. It was intoxicating. And then, out of the blue, Aynsley had piped up.

"You need a turn too," Aynsley had said, "It's only fair."

Madison had nodded emphatically. "Yeah. You shouldn't have to be passed over all the time. You have as much claim to Joey as we do. And besides, you were a popular girl in high school, right? That's Joey's type. We would know."

That line made something click inside her.

He wanted girls like her? There was no doubt that she wanted him. She wanted him so badly that it sometimes made her feel like she was going to lose her mind. But was it true the other way around? Could it be that he really did want her?

Her mind slipped back to their lovely dinner together, when he'd explained to Donna and Bianca their role in his life: sexual gratification. Being touched by him whenever he wanted. Why would he have said that, why would he have explained that to them if he didn't want it? If he didn't want them?

If he didn't want her...

It was a revelation. Donna had never considered that Joey wanted her, that the feeling that she felt toward him was mutual. Of course he hid it well. The night where she'd helped him with his wet dream, the night she thought of every night since while she touched herself, had been glorious for her, but Joey seemed to act like it was horrific. That, she now realized, was just a ruse. While Donna didn't pretend to fully understand his motivations, Joey was hiding his true feelings from everyone, even her. He wanted her! But maybe he was shy. Maybe he was embarrassed. Madison and Aynsley seemed to think that it was just because she wasn't playing to her strengths. If Joey was into hot high school girls, then Donna had to go back to her roots.

And so they shopped. Each store they visited had two purposes: Help Indira discover how hot she could be, and give Donna options for a new image, one that wasn't for work, but one that was exclusively for Joey. It took a while to convince her to go as far as she did, but with Joey as her motivator, in the end, Donna went all in.

And, well… here she was. Midriff bared, legs on full display, glossy pink lips pursed just right. Ready.

She shifted in the driver's seat and felt the warm rub of the seatbelt against the soft skin above her waistband. The crop top barely qualified as a shirt. Madison had giggled when Donna hesitated trying it on in the dressing room.

"You're so hot, Mrs. G. Joey's going to lose it."

Donna hadn't said it aloud, but she'd absolutely loved hearing that, especially from someone like Madison, someone that Joey was already very attracted to.

A sudden movement—her eyes snapped to the front door.

Not him. Her pulse quickened anyway.

She was nervous, but excited. It felt like prom night, only better. Back then, she'd chased after the quarterback. Now? She was chasing after someone far more perfect. A practically irresistible young man she had the privilege of knowing.. He wasn't some grossly muscle-bound old-fashioned expression of toxic masculinity. No, Joey was the new thing, the future. Her future.

And now it was Donna's turn.